The Struggle of a Novelist in the making

Writing a novel is hard. And I sometimes wish I didn't start writing my supposedly first ever novel if I don't have the guts to finish it up to it's last chapter and epilogue. But I don't give up on it, I am still working on it and by 2018, hoping I'd finish it.

I may sound so ambitious of having a dream of being a novelist someday. Taking up a course which really don't have any relation to writing, and I wish I realized it soon enough that I was born to be a writer not a programmer, well programmer is a writer too but not of words.

I started writing my "first ever novel" back when I was still a freshman. Having a dream as bright as the sun early in the morning. But my morning, unforntunately, is not what I expected it to be because it turned out to be an epitome of horrible day. Because instead of clear blue sky, sun shining so bright as if it's smiling back at me, it's raining. And I am one of those few people who hates rain because I found it yucky for it really makes me cringe knowing that sticky fluids clutches to my skin making me look like a drenched kitten. So what I am saying is fate us not in favor of me. Well, sometimes it does but most of the time, it doesn't.

I was supposed to wrote this in a serious tone but it turns out I've mistakenly wrote it in an amusing way.

And I told you, I don't have the guts to finish my novel. So as this little writing too. So I'll end it here leaving you guys this, follow what your heart says. :)